Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

When We First Met And Loved, I Did Not Build Upon The Event With Marble. . . .

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.

Books Are Men Of Higher Stature.

With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I Strive And Struggle To Deliver Right The Music Of My Nature.

Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That I See The Same Sky And Wish The Same Sweet Dreams.